Have patent powers to vanquish human ills:
These, with their cures, a constant aid remain,
To bless the pale composer’s fertile brain;
Fertile it is, but still the noblest soil
Requires some pause, some intervals from toil;
And they at least a certain ease obtain
From Katterfelto’s skill, and Graham’s glowing strain.
I too must aid, and pay to see my name
Hung in these dirty avenues to fame;
Nor pay in vain, if aught the Muse has seen,